The Misenchanted Ramblings of a Mad Poet

The Misenchanted Ramblings of a Mad Poet

the misenchanted ramblings of a mad poet on fireand his gowns ablaze with the glory of the sunwe dance under the moonlit days of an eagle crowned in her forceful gazeas she weeps tears of molten madnesswe walk along the shores ofthe beachthe pebblesthe shorethe waveslapping gently at our ankles like dogs lost along the sandyour gazeablazethe gentle reminder of how souls can be so lostso brokenso loved